We Soon Found That The

All Men Were Made By The Great Spirit Chief. They Are All Brothers.

Our Chiefs Are Killed. . . . The Little Children Are Freezing To Death. . . . My People Have No Blankets, No Food. . . . My Heart Is Sick And Sad. . . . I Will Fight No More Forever.

Let Me Be A Free Man - Free To Travel, Free To Stop, Free To Work.

We Gathered All The Stock We Could Find, And Made An Attempt To Move. We Left Many Of Our Horses And Cattle In Wallowa. We Lost Several Hundred In Crossing The River.

Good Words Will Not Give Me Back My Children.